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Chapter 1812 Surrender in exchange for a glimmer of hope!
Zhao Yu shook off the blood drop on the tip of the gun and sneered, his tone full of absolute confidence and sarcasm:
"Huo Quji, you overestimate yourself and underestimate me! Now, it's your turn!"
After he finished speaking, Zhao Yu did not give him a chance to breathe. He spurred his horse forward, and his bright silver spear shot straight into Huo Quji's heart like a poisonous dragon emerging from a cave!
Huo Quji gritted his teeth, suppressed the shock in his heart, raised his gun and fought hard!
"Clang clang clang clang!"
Two guns raised at the same time, sparks flying!
The two of them immediately started fighting fiercely!
However, even though Zhao Yu's physical strength was depleted, his strength was still far superior to Huo Quji!
His "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" spear technique was too exquisite, and his speed, strength, and skills had reached an extremely high level. His spear moves were continuous, like the Yangtze River, and like a violent storm, completely enveloping Huo Quji!
Huo Quji tried his best and used his family's inherited spear skills to the extreme, but he was still only able to parry and had no power to fight back.
Every time he blocked, his arm felt numb and his knuckles cracked and bled again. Zhao Yu's spear tip always struck from the most tricky angles, forcing him into danger.
In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for more than thirty rounds!
Huo Quji's physical strength was rapidly declining and his moves began to change.
Zhao Yu spotted a flaw, a gleam in his eyes, and suddenly made a feint, deceiving Huo Quji's defense.
Then the gun body swung like a giant python's tail, containing terrifying power, and swept fiercely between Huo Quji's chest and abdomen!
"Bang!!"
A dull thud!
Huo Quji only felt an irresistible force coming, and his internal organs seemed to shift instantly.
His eyes went dark, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person was swept off the horse's back like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily into the blood stain several feet away!
He struggled to get up, but he gushed out several mouthfuls of blood. His whole body was in pain and he could hardly hold the spear in his hand.
Zhao Yu rode his horse forward slowly, pointing the cold tip of his spear at Huo Quji who was lying on the ground, and said indifferently:
"Huo Quji, you lose."
Seeing Huo Quji being shot off his horse by Zhao Yu, spitting blood and struggling to get up, the remaining Han soldiers around him immediately let out shouts of fear and despair.
"Protect the Duke!"
"Quick! Stop General Chu!"
The last group of loyal soldiers rushed forward desperately as if by instinct, using their bodies and broken shields to form a fragile but determined human wall between Huo Quji and the advancing Zhao Yu.
Their eyes were filled with fear, but more of it was a martyrdom-like determination - even if the entire army was wiped out, they would never let their commander be easily killed by the enemy generals on the battlefield.
Zhao Yu looked at the remnants of the Han army who were trying to stop a chariot with their bare hands, and a trace of impatience and contempt flashed in his eyes.
He snorted coldly, shook the bright silver spear in his hand, and was about to move forward again to completely eliminate these last obstacles and take off Huo Quji's head.
"A desperate resistance will only increase casualties!" His voice was cold and murderous.
However, just as he was about to take action——
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The heavier and more intense sound of war drums rolled in from the other end of the battlefield like thunder!
Accompanying it was an overwhelming and deafening cry of killing, the momentum of which far exceeded any previous one!
Huo Quji was being helped up by his personal soldiers. When he heard the sound, he turned around and looked.
In the northwest direction of the battlefield, smoke and dust rose into the sky, and a larger and more majestic black dragon flag, surrounded by countless elite cavalry, pressed towards this side like a moving mountain!
Under the dragon flag, the dazzling silver armor and the purple dragon cloak stood out like the sun among the thousands of soldiers!
It’s Chu Ning!
He actually personally led the most core elite guards of the central army, completely ended the battle over there, and crushed towards this final encirclement and annihilation battlefield!
The addition of this fresh force was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, instantly and completely shattering the last glimmer of resistance among the remaining Han army.
"His Majesty has arrived in person! Long live His Majesty!"
"Kill all the Han troops! Leave no one alive!"
The Chu army erupted in earth-shaking cheers, their morale reaching its peak, while the Han army, on the other hand, was completely plunged into the abyss of despair.
The defense line, which was already struggling to hold on, collapsed in an instant under the impact of this absolute force!
The soldiers fell in droves like harvested wheat.
Huo Quji's eyes were bloodshot, and he endured the severe pain, trying to give orders with a hoarse voice: "Don't panic! Form a circle! Point your spears outward..."
But his orders seemed so pale and powerless at this moment, and were soon completely drowned out by the shouts of the Chu army and the screams of his own soldiers.
The defeat of the army was like the collapse of a mountain.
The battle lasted for nearly two hours, but it could no longer be called a battle, but a one-sided massacre and cleansing.
The Chu army gradually squeezed the living space of the Han army, crushing all resistance like a millstone.
As the autumn sun began to set, staining the devastated battlefield with a sad bloody color, the last sounds of fighting finally subsided.
Only a hundred or so wounded and exhausted soldiers were left by Huo Quji's side.
They stood back to back, forming a small, desperate circle, tightly guarding their seriously injured coach in the center.
Everyone's eyes were filled with fatigue and fear, but more of a numb determination.
At their feet were piles of corpses of their comrades and enemies, and blood soaked almost every inch of the ground.
The Chu army completed the encirclement, but temporarily stopped the attack.
The black military formation was like an iron wall, silently exerting a suffocating sense of oppression.
The formation split up, and Chu Ning, surrounded by a group of generals, rode his horse slowly forward.
His silver armor was still as shiny as new, his purple cloak fluttered slightly in the setting sun, his expression indifferent as he looked down at Huo Quji and his last hundred or so soldiers who were surrounded like trapped beasts.
The battlefield was dead silent, with only the groans of the wounded and the fluttering of battle flags.
Chu Ning's gaze fell on Huo Quji, who was being supported. His face was as pale as paper, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He spoke slowly. His voice was calm, but with a condescending imperial majesty, and it was clearly heard throughout the audience:
"Huo Quji."
He called her by her name, and there was no emotion in his tone.
"You command troops wisely and fight bravely. You are truly a talented general."
"The situation is hopeless now. To resist stubbornly will only mean that these loyal soldiers will die with you. It's meaningless."
He paused slightly, as if giving the other party time to digest his words, and then threw out a seemingly merciful final condition: "I value talent."
"Considering your abilities, if you are willing to lay down your weapons and surrender your people, you will be my lord."
"I can give you, and these loyal and brave soldiers around you, a way out."
These words, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly caused a huge wave of shock in the hearts of the remaining Han army, and also made all the Chu army generals focus their attention on Huo Quji.
Should I choose a worthless and tragic death, or endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens in exchange for a chance of survival?
All the pressure was now concentrated on the seriously injured Huo Quji.
The light of the setting sun shone on his pale face, casting a complex shadow.